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It also reminded me a little of Those Who Wish Me Dead by Michael Koryta.
All in all, quick read that was pretty suspenseful and packed full of emotion for a 250 pg book.
And now I'm also going to have to read the Ten Thousand Doors of January!
There were several continuity errors that I caught. And, the author repeated certain "facts" so many times the first half...it could have used a better edit.
But all in all, the story itself was good, just not exactly what I expected. And, there are several shout outs to Stephen King. She must be a fan. So that was fun.
I would recommend it, overall.
I just began The Ten Thousand Doors of January, and I'm so hooked you might not see more until I'm done. It's exquisite.
Each thing is less interesting than i thought and i just end up napping in the breakdown lane on the blvd of broken dreams.
I am so full if it.
That and too many late nights/broken sleep... I just fall asleep with book in hand/ or face on keyboard.
Not bad. Good writing.
I'm just a few pages from finishing The Ten Thousand Doors of January. I really enjoyed it. I'm ready for it to be over though. That's not a bad comment on the book - just me getting distracted. I need a new shiny object.
What did you think of the ending of Head Full of Ghosts @Hedda Gabler? Demonic intervention? Insanity? I still can't really make sense of that ending.
I'm not sure what's next for me. I'm going to see what's free on Kindle and what's good and available on Thriftbooks. Post your latest most favorite book rec!
I loved this rambling but not insignificant thought:
"I wanted to leave that room, that house, and I had a brief runaway fantasty where I ran away to California, which I'd never been to, to where all the Bigfoots were, and I'd disappear into the woods and live alone, become a rumor, an occasional blurred sighting."
I don't know what struck me so about it. I'm sort of feeling that people in my life are rumors and occasional blurred sightings in this strange landscape we all find ourselves in. Yes. Maybe that's it. Or maybe I'm the blurred sighting. Nobody really seeing me.